t;A good idea, little brother. "
"Primo, are you all right swimming with one arm?" asked Shrike.
"Ill be a little slow, I think," he said.
"Slows fine. No ones in a rush to find their lost retainer," said Spyder.
Shrike took Spyders arm as they waded into the river. When she swam, she did so with ease and confidence. Spyder realized quickly that she didnt need much looking after. He kept an eye on Primo, who was doing a kind of modified dog paddle with his one good arm. The swimmer Spyder kept wondering about was the Count. How he managed to stay afloat while still wearing his chainmail amazed Spyder. Lulu was ahead of them, a strong, steady swimmer. Shed tied her jacket around her waist and on certain strokes, her Hello Kitty shirt slid up her body, letting the morning sun glint off the glass and metal shed inserted into her wounded flesh.
Something brushed along Spyders legs. Fingers touched his chest, tugged at his arms as they entered the water on each stroke. "What the fuck is happening?"
"They cant hurt you," Shrike said. "Theyre just memories. Drowned sailors, soldiers, anyone who died in water. "
Suddenly, Spyder wanted very much to be out of the river and out of Berenice. The towering city walls, through which they soon passed, also seemed to be made of water. Not ice, but liquid water, pulled upward and carved into imposing barriers. If all that water ever came down, Spyder thought, it would wash the city away.
Lulu was already out of the river when the rest made it to the walkway. She helped Spyder out and he grabbed Shrike. The Count leaned down and practically lifted Primo from the water. The little man bowed in thanks.
"Where to?" S
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